I call them the Queens, the farmhouse is filled with powerful women. Red and I are tolerated here, as long as we behave. Red always behaves, me not so much. But I haven’t been tossed out yet.

Maria and Fate and Flo the barn cat are tough and independent women, they are dominant spirits in the house. Tonight I looked up and saw Fate on her dog bed and Flo on her throne on the red chair, her favorite porch when she resides inside. These two are wary of one another, Flo terrorizes Fate with her hissing and swatting.

Above is the ghost of our small screen TV which we foolishly ordered two years ago, used once or twice, and last year we canceled the cable. We just don’t watch it, and we just don’t miss watching it either. I love the sight of two of the Queens in repose.